I need to stop living new ridiculous chapters of my book before I have a chance to write the previous ones down or soon they're all going to run together in a mass orgy of alcohol and well, sex and I won't be able to distinguish one from the other. Just kidding, there are no orgies. I don't share, ever. Gross Gross Gross. Things are not nearly as awkward as one would have thought and that in itself is a bit alarming. Apparently someone has picked up on some so-called 'awkward flirting', but I don't think we're acting any differently than we normally do. And besides, people always want to look for something that isn't there. Okay, so in this case there is, but whatever, they don't need to know.
There's nothing more summer-ish than freshly painted toe nails. I love them, right now they're bright red and adorable. Unfortunately they get covered up at work and it makes me sad that people can't see my pretty toe nails.
Apparently I scare easily. The new game at work is 'Jump Out At Sarah From Behind A Shelf and See How Loud She Screams". Jordan got me really good on Sunday, I was in Receiving with Shelly and he snuck up and was like, "HEY!" right by my ear and I shrieked. Loudly. Matt Allen does it too. Not fair. I try to pay attention to where they are all the time but on occasion I do have to work.
I'm probably going to get in trouble at work tomorrow. That's not going to be fun. *Sigh* And for once I didn't actually do anything mean, either.
On a completely unrelated note, Happy Birthday. Despite the fact that birthdays are completely unimportant to you and you don't actually know I am even saying it to you, it feels good to have somewhere to say it at least, even if I and a few others are the only ones who will know.
I am going to see The Killers in September. It is going to be AWESOME. But we still don't know who is opening because we're too lazy to find out. I think I'll do that now.
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